How serious is the psychological probability of high school girls' dormitory?

I have to say that children nowadays are getting more and more precocious, especially girls. Many of them bid farewell to the simplicity and beauty of childhood early and entered the complex state of the world.

It was not until I went to college that I began to live on campus. I have never lived on campus before, and I have never experienced the subtle feelings or some scheming in the middle school girls' dormitory. But when I was in high school, many friends around me lived on campus, and I often heard them say that their dorms cheated on each other. For various reasons, I almost got involved in the dispute in their dormitory. In fact, in high school, I was more of a bystander outside the girl's dormitory relationship. After witnessing the infighting in many dorms, I still want to sigh: the scheming of high school girls' dorms is really terrible.

I have a close friend. She is a classmate with elementary school, junior high school and senior high school. In high school, because her home is far from school, she chose to live on campus. She belongs to that withdrawn character. She usually likes to be alone, doesn't deal with people easily, and often looks helpless. She only laughs when she fights with me.

After the dormitory, she eats alone every day and comes to the teaching building alone. There are eight people in her dormitory. They usually live in groups, but she is very isolated. Although my friend looks a little cold, he is by no means an unfriendly person. He may be a little single-minded on some issues, but he is very kind and will never do anything furtive. Once, one of her roommates deliberately hid her wallet, saying that my friend had stolen her things, and then contacted other roommates to frame my friend. Preaching loudly in front of classmates made friends feel ashamed and had to ask the security office for help. As a result, my roommate took out her wallet from her closet.

Later, her roommates seemed to be smiling at my friend all the time, running around secretly, splashing ink on her exercise books, hiding her books, and at worst, sticking needles in her bed. Later, my friend couldn't bear it anymore, and proposed not to live in the school and rent a house near the school.